–Rules of Love–
Author: Juveniliare-JujuIsFeelingPeachy-
Title: Rules Of Love, chapter 2
Word Count: 1630. Less section (rules) more words…
Summary: Seventeen rules one must obey in the game of love.
Disclaimer: Shoooo! Bother someone else!
A.N's:.. I guess I'll need to re do my Chem test DD:
Without further ado, on with the fic..!!
I… I can't really say…
Get on with it my boy! Admit your feelings and let it bloom like a beautiful dandelion in a strawberry fields filled wi…
THAWCK, and there goes Isshin toppling on the floor with visible blood drenching his white coat.
Playing Around With Hair
Passing the toy store in Karakura mall made Ichigo realized something very simple. It was quite obvious that Rukia wanted the damn collectible Chappy in beach figurine that was displayed in the toy shop. Ichigo would be a damned blind man if he didn't realize this. It was on her lips. Pouting and curving up and down as if contemplating the possibilities. It was on how she walked in agitation. It was on her hands motion, twisting what he imagines as silky midnight hair. He imagined his hand between the soft tresses and inhaling the scent of vanilla shampoo tangled with her natural scent.
……
Okay.. That's not what he exactly has been thinking about. Absolutely not. Oh noooo… Especially not with his family about five paces away with Isshin making loud noise and frantic movement making ways so the Kurosaki family can make through the way out. And especially not with the said girl right in front of him ever so obviously trying to look at ease.
Ichigo mentally slapped himself over and over again. Glaring at the girl in front of him, he suddenly have this urge to choke her hard and yelled 'midget' really hard on her face..
"Hei… Ichigo?"
Rukia turned her back only to found out that she was talking with thin air.
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Ichigo Kurosaki couldn't believe on what he just did. Pacing the steps he suddenly spotted a certain midnight hair standing on a certain spot. If he remember correctly, that was the place when he just suddenly decide to do it. Grinning his trademark grin, he raised his hands and caught the girl's attention.
"Yo. Rukia!"
Her violet eyes widen upon spotting him in the maze of people. She was obviously annoyed, stomping her ways to Ichigo, she was practically pushing people on her ways aside.
"Where did you go!! I told Isshin-san and the others to go ahead and that I'll wait for you. In case you went to the toilet or else…"
Her words were cut down when she saw Ichigo was holding a plastic bag. She went speechless when the orange haired boy thrust the plastic bag to her. And her eyes went bright when she saw the plastic bag's content.
"Chappy the Bunny Beach Edition!!"
A glimpse at her face and Ichigo knew that for the moment Rukia was the happiest girl in the world. Thanks to him.
"Oh, Ichigo!!"
Ichigo raised his hands and make his ways to her head. Her hair was soft and silky just like what he imagined it to be. But he dare not test his luck and start sniffing at her head. That's just... impossible?
Rummaging her hair, he flashed his smile to her. One true smile.
"I know you can't live without him."
Can't Live Without You
Kiss on Hand
Upon entering his room, she found no body was present. But she could feel his pulsing reiatsu beating at where she supposed as the rooftop. Without uttering a single word, Rukia slipped herself from the window and found the man she was looking for.
Ichigo was sitting and watching the moonless sky. It was dark, save for the scarce lightning the street lamp provides and the dulled light from the neighbors. For a moment she thought her heart plunged into a dark abyss. Rukia watched him shifted in his seat. Scratching the nonexistence itch on his scalp, and swatting the fly hovering around him. She waited patiently for him to realize her.
"What do you want?"
His voice was filled with sinister. Rukia chewed the inner walls of her cheeks and found that her tongues were tied in an obstructive knot. Not finding her ways to speak, she instead shortened the distance separating them and plopped herself comfortably beside him. She saw Ichigo glancing to her, and she indistinctly tugged her blouse sleeve longer in an attempt to hide the bandages on her left arm.
Rukia saw how his hand hover above hers and lightly touching her bandage hands, he circled her fingers one by one ever so carefully, feeling through the thin clothes for any protruding appendix that shouldn't be there. His gaze was unnerving, worried her to the brim where she felt like swatting his hands from hers and pound him hard with her other good hand.
"The Hollow back then sure was tough."
He was referring to her fight with the Hollow that took place earlier that noon. Distracted by the plus soul annoying Rukia with its constant cry, the Hollow manage to land a rather painful deal which she was grateful she could block with her right arm. But of course with the expense of the said arm. Ichigo was the least happy. And Rukia rather acknowledge it as his ways silently commenting how he's dissatisfied with his self, and that heroic remorse on failing to protect her. Which is true to the very last bit, unfortunately.
To make it simple, Ichigo was stressed. He wants to believe in Rukia, the strong Shinigami Rukia which he did not need to keep an eye 24/7. Because she was always so small, so pale, and so fragile that Ichigo have to admit aroused his sense of protecting. He couldn't let his eyes stray a second longer from her back because he knows she'll charge into those he's trying to protect her from. Of simple minded Hollow into twisted Arrancar's. But he also wanted to believe in her, respecting her as a Shinigami, as an independent woman.
And Rukia knows this.
"I… I should have protected you."
And here goes his melodramatic muses... Rukia simply couldn't take it anymore. She lift her other hand and took a good hold on his fisted palm. Though her right hand still hurts over the simplest move, she used her bandage fingers to pry open his fisted fingers. Starting with his small finger, one by one.
"You know Ichigo, this hand abuse me every day."
If Rukia is trying to elicit a guilt response, she just did. Ichigo responded rather harshly, trying to set his hands off her fragile fingers, but she gave him a sharp look and a slight tug on his hands.
"This hand ruined my Chappy drawings and hit my head hard."
The orange haired boy eyed him helplessly. Is this some kind of a judgment game?
"This hand caused me to lost my Shinigami power and almost got me killed for some many times."
Ichigo opened his mouth only to be stopped with her next sentence.
"And this hand saved me. For some many times too."
Rukia smiled, a soft smiled reserved only for the boy in front of her. It successfully stopped any attempt of his to interrupt her.
"And this hand gives me place to go, helping me crossing the street, take the books on the upper library shelf, helps me comb my hair and many more."
Rukia then raised his hands and placed it on her cheeks. She could feel his calloused palms against the surface of her cheek. It felt new and almost familiar to her.
"You've always protected me Ichigo."
She shifted his hand position and placed a kiss on every knuckles, every jutted appendix on his hand and strokes the palm with her good hand. He stayed silent, a comfortable silent which they welcome as he continue feeling the soft flutter of Rukia's lips on his hand.
I Adore You
Arms Around Waist
"KUCHIKI-SAN!! Try on our moe-maid uniform!!"
"NOO!! Kuchiki is going to wear the maid-kimono one!"
"SAILOR SEIFUKU!"
"MOE!"
"KIMONO!"
"BUNNY MAID!!"
Upon hearing the word bunny, Kuchiki Rukia snapped her heads to the source of the voice and found the girls in her class showing her a complete set of bunny host uniform. Complete with killer high heels, black lacey stockings, skimpy dress, and a fake bunny ear. Her eyes widens and bright light seems to be lightning the uniform, she took a step closer. And another step closer.
Her mouth wide open in adoration and stars were hanging around her heads, Rukia stretched her hands to touch the material of the bunny ear and heavenly choir seemed to be singing a song around her.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WEAR THAT!!"
She felt a harsh tug as a giant tanned arms snaked itself around her waist and she was pulled rather harshly and her ears felt like exploding over the abominable voice a certain dandelion top have. Bunny ears!!
The whole class went silent; the meeting over choosing the uniform for the class café for the upcoming bazaar was halted rather harshly by no other than Kurosaki Ichigo and what the class presumes as his dominant character on monopolizing the beautiful and perfect Kuchiki Rukia.
Rukia was perplexed. She couldn't make it in her mind to either punch him hard on the face or scream like the perfect girl she's pretending into.
Instead she felt him tugging her closer and practically carrying her with his arms around her waist and her toes barely scratching the floor and her screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs and him dashing to the rooftop. Away from the knowing smirks and the rising gossip threatening to rumble the school's ground.
Only after it was only the two of them on the secluded rooftop, with Rukia feeling a slight ache at her stomach on the spot Ichigo carried her brutally did she saw the wild blush on his face.
Etto….?
You Are Mine, I Need You
Done.
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